<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486273" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beach,4 P.m. Somewhere...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">as i walk along the beach<br>this afternoon<br>i give in to the child in me<br>picking up stones, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">amazed by its colors<br>and shapes<br>i begin to make stories out<br>of them...stones, smaller ones, <br>like a creature possessed by an<br>enigma, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there must be an underlying<br>truth to its<br>shape, it is, as it must<br>be telling me about <br>what happens to me<br>after this? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is this a hurting enigma? <br>am i mad at my attempt to give meaning<br>to one without meaning? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am interpreting a pebble<br>the smallness of humility the silence<br>of the insignificant<br>the wars of the sands <br>the struggle of the waves of the sea<br>chasing each other <br>as to who reaches the thighs of <br>the shore first</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a mad man is reading the shores<br>of the sea on<br>a very insignificant moment of the day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the stones are writing novels<br>on the hot skins of the shores</div><div style="margin:10px 0">people who pass me by are sparing me<br>of saying anything<br>and they refuse to look at me and give<br>that look<br>of that feeling that i must have been<br>one kind of<br>a wasted man</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a child looks at me with pity<br>and asks, what are you doing with the pebbles? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">are they speaking to you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am awakened by this vastness<br>sometimes to be found, i must experience being lost myself<br>in the secret labyrinths of<br>thought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the child is looking for play, <br>i do not have it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486273" data-title="Beach,4 P.m. Somewhere... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="as i walk along the beach this afternoon i give in to the child in me picking up stones, amazed by its colors and shapes i begin to make stories out of them...stones, smaller ones, like a creature possessed by an enigma, there must be an unde..."></div> </div> </div>

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